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Peter: w-was that you? -looks over her shoulder and rubs her back gently-

Peter: bye -he waved and got up- she seemed nice. Let's see what else is in here? -he dug around in his bag and got a chocolate. Miricle he hadn't gotten sick yet-

Peter: oops. Sorry I forgot. Well... mmm. Sorry. -he ran a hand through his hair and set the candy back down-

Peter: hush Ira. -he smiles and looks through his bag.- do you like chocolate or lollipops better sweetheart? -he ruffles her hair-

Peter: -he slowly approaches the girl and taps her on the shoulder- hey, are you okay? -he had to sit down to be almost face to face with her-

Me: woah hey there. Don't get too close to him peter: -he seemed to enjoy being pet immensely, as his little stumpy tail wagged a bit, his ears perked up and he unknowingly started leaning on you-

PIKKAAAAAA -glomps you- Peter: we missed you -bear hugs you-

Me: I thought you weren't talking to me peter: I'm just scared of you -he noticed he was pinned between you and the tree. So instead of trying to run he just sat down- me: peter you're too big for her to eat.

Me: you know you enjoy my company. -smiles and bares my teeth- peter: -blushes and holds his hands to his chin- Mikey... please... -back up a bit but bumps into a tree-

Me: you couldn't eat me if you tried. I'm poisonous anyway. -sticks my tongue out- Peter: GAH DONT EAT ME

Me: but I don't want anyone to eat me that's the point. Wise ass peter: Mikey shut your mouth before you get us both eaten...

Me: I'm actually medusa's cousin. Sorry but I hear KFC calling for you, you left their $5 combo -snickers- peter: I should probably stay out of this...

Peter: I may be pathetic but I'm not cute. -he crosses his arms and wipes the rice crispy off his cheeks. He followed close behind her and sniffed- i wish Mikey was here...

Peter: what do you mean yourself? A-and I'm peter. This is Mikey me: sup big chicken.

lol it's fine

Peter: marshmallow?! I'm tough! I am a man! -he said as he started on a rice crispy he got. Kinda hard to take him seriously like that-

Peter: why me. -he stands up and nervously starts eating his candy- if I die I'm blaming you

Peter: you don't plan on eating me are you? Cause I'm not really that good. Me: fresh

Peter: -hides behind me- we're lost... me: what's it to ya?